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VxPoem ID: 42900
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personal_life
Posted: September 4th. 2012 7:24:38 AM
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Pathfinder
by Ike
Age Group: Adult
Pathfinder
I wandered in the dark valley, the seemingly endless valley.
There were memories of promises and some happiness of the past, then lost.
Great pain and loss ripped at old wounds and what was broken shattered.
Those present became as shadows that drifted away as the storms clouds came.
A maelstrom engulfed my soul, as storm after storm battered what was torn.
False hope was all I could cling to, which I raised my head only to see greater cataclysm.
I bowed my head, braced for the impact and still was not ready for what overtook me.
Only my one love could inspire me, of which I gave what I had left to see her to safety.
The dark valley became even darker and only went deeper. Hope was lost.
But to only trust again, perhaps those who were genuine would be present to me.
In turn, such was betrayed as in past times and all became shadow yet again.
Four walls became a prison where no light or hope could dwell; a cave of despair.
Nothing holy broke the death choke; nothing came from beside, above or below.
The days and nights lingered into weeks and months and years.
Apathy and indifference reigned, yet a miniscule glimmer somehow remained.
A simple small light, a wisp called forth. Curiosity sparked movement towards it.
The movement of a branch that was touched by the wind.
A small spring cutting through the hills did call with its trickling.
The earth was shown clear of the craggy rocks and bramble; a path leading forth.
I sat without motivation, as the rain and lightning and storms continued to churn.
But, the warmth of the sun would briefly shine through enough to inspire.
Despite lacking in physical strength, my heart did still beat.
It hurt to move in every fiber of my being, but I followed the path slowly at great cost.
Energy was being expended, but from where such energy sprang I had no idea.
The path followed the spring and then to a brook among the hills and in the light.
For months I strode in broken pace, sometimes moving forward and then falling back.
I could again hear the birds, see the wild horses run and the eagles take flight.
For the first time I could lift my head and there was no need to cover vulnerability.
And, the realization that my love had been present to me all along lifted me to my feet.
Together, hand in hand, we followed the brook up into the forest along the path.
A mountain bore forth as we journeyed and I was not sure of my abilities.
The limitations of the physical, though, have no rule over the heart, mind and spirit.
Elevation increased and the brook became a creek rippling strongly.
I was inspired onward to follow the source. I was refreshed by the sound and mist.
Step by step and onward I did go, the path becoming more difficult but irresistible.
To grab a rock, pull myself, to push onward, even if at a crawl or climb, I did go.
By great effort I reached an outcrop, of which I stopped in exhaustion.
Then looking up, a great and powerful waterfall I did see.
The roaring water and spray splashed. It’s coolness refreshing and invigorating me.
The warm sunlight presented illuminating the crest of the falls and mountain’s peak.
The stability of the earth firmly grounding me was my foundation.
The fresh air rose from the Oaks, Pines, Maples, Birch, Ash, Hemlock, and orchids.
I evolved into a being of energy by the elements; a child of nature and the universe itself.
This body is but now a physical means of interacting within this time and place.
I spread my wings. My spirit flies as the eagle, runs as the feral horses and flows as the streams in correspondence with the creators and creation; all that is, was and will be.
My ancestors, the dwellers in the oaks of the Black Forest and the guardians of the Scottish Highlands, commune with me and affirm me in my now positive way of life and continuation in the service of others and nature.
My love, she is beside me, step by step, in unity. In love and light, we are blessed.
The adventure continues, as many more waterfalls and paths exist.
Author's Notes: This is an original journey poem of my spiritual walk in the path of Paganism. JI
Author's Location: Connelly Springs, North Carolina
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